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Rabu, 19 Juni 2013

Me? I’m a Lover. Why? It’s simple. I’m a coward. It’s easier to Love. It’s far simpler for me to give Love. What? It’s true. As long as I’m giving of my Love than the focus is on the individual who is receiving the Love … not me. Mother Teresa once said, “The success of Love is in the Loving – it is not in the result of Loving. Of course it is natural in Love to want the best for the other person, but whether it turns out that way or not does not determine the value of what we have done.” To me, the relationship my ultimately fail, but if I give of myself … if I Love as I know I can Love … then my Love has had value. It has meant something to someone.

Those individuals who can answer with 100% honesty that they prefer to be Loved are much braver than I. Robert Frost wrote, “Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.”There is some truth in that. We all want to be Loved. However, to truly allow someone to Love you all barriers have to be dropped. Walls must be broken down. You must allow yourself to be vulnerable. I detest my vulnerability. Again, I am a coward. I don’t like to let people in. I am worn out. I am tired. I am jaded. I have been hurt one too many times. I have misjudged what Love really is one too many times. Ultimately, my inability to let those who would Love me into the deepest core of my being will result in my loss. Who knows what I will miss because I allowed myself to be caught in the ‘Illusion of Love’ too often.

Do you prefer to Love?“Because when we Love, we always strive to become better than we are.”~Paulo Coelho

Do you prefer to be Loved?“You never lose by loving. You always lose by holding back.”~Barbara DeAngelis

You decide.

“Love is as much of an object as an obsession, everybody wants it everybody seeks it, but few ever achieve it. Those who do will cherish it, be lost in it, and among all, will never … never forget it.” ~Unknown“You know when I said I knew little about Love? That wasn't true. I know a lot about Love. I've seen it, centuries and centuries of it, and it was the only thing that made watching your world bearable. All those wars. Pain, lies, hate... It made me want to turn away and never look down again. But when I see the way that mankind Loves... You could search to the furthest reaches of the universe and never find anything more beautiful. So yes, I know that Love is unconditional. But I also know that it can be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable and strangely easy to mistake for loathing, and... What I'm trying to say, Tristan is... I think I Love you. Is this Love, Tristan? I never imagined I'd know it for myself. My heart... It feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it's trying to escape because it doesn't belong to me any more. It belongs to you. And if you wanted it, I'd wish for nothing in exchange - no fits. No goods. No demonstrations of devotion. Nothing but knowing you Loved me too. Just your heart, in exchange for mine.” ~Stardust, Film

By Fitri Lovina, the first grade
student of SMPN BERNAS Pangkalan Kerinci.

Editor: Rita Endriyani, S.Pd.

A
long time ago, one day he sailed to the country for a trade affairs. When he
was walking in the middle of the market, he met an old woman who is carrying
two pieces of bread. Then, the merchant said hallo to the woman. “Mom is this
bread for sale?”, “Yes” replied her. He offered two thousand dollars. Then, he
ate two pieces of bread. He was satisfied because he felt very lucky.

The
next day, he returned to the market. He saw the old woman again, he bought the
bread. For twenty days he bought the bread, but after that the old woman did
not show up anymore. Then, he asked people around there, but none knew.

One
day, while he was at a high way, he looked the old woman, and he asked the
reason for not selling the bread anymore. Then the old woman said “lord listen
my answer, actually I made breads to the man who suffered with a disease. But now
he was died, so I could not make bread anymore. He felt regret and then he got stomachache,
nausea, and vomiting.

By Nurul Izzah Aulia, the first
grade student of SMPN BERNAS Pangkalan Kerinci.

Editor: Rita Endriyani, S.Pd.

Thermometer
in my home showed 39 degrees Celsius. Unusually hot, my shirt was wet. However,
I turned on the fan. I told to Mom that I wanted to go swimming. My Mom knew
where I would like to go swimming. I carried my bag, and then I go to my
neighbor to pick Alice up. Then, we went to the swimming pool that was behind
our house. The swimming pool protected us from the heat by its roof, and there
was a tree around the swimming pool. There are apple trees and lemon trees. We made
an apple pie and lemon juice while harvest time was coming.

“Come
on Alice!!”, I said to Alice while I was preparing to jump to the pool. “Wait,
wearing sun block first to keep your skin not burn”, said Alice. After that, we
jumped together.

In
the next morning, I went to Alice’s home. Today was a harvest time, so we planed
to make apple ice cream and lemon juice. We took two hours to make them. After that
we brought them under the tree and we ate there. Then, we small talked each
other. We thought that people who live in this complex was so lucky, because they
could feel fresh because of the trees. Besides, trees could prevent the Global
Warming.

By Gabriela, the first grade student
of SMPN BERNAS Pangkalan Kerinci.

Editor: Rita Endriyani, S.Pd.

Hi,
I’m Grace Morgan. I study in Junior International School. There is a forest
near my school. In the forest, there is a small river that we usually call
“River of Death”, and beside the river there is a cottage and the son who has an
ugly face. We call him “confuse son”.
Every son who plays in the river will surely drown. But confusedly, there is
much blood in that cottage. Firstly the color of the rivers is brown, and
suddenly it becomes blue, and then changes again to brown. “Let’s search what’s
going on there”. I say. “Come on” says my friends together. On Sunday we spy
what’s the son doing?’’. But we don’t see the son today. “Maybe he tries to
find the new one” I say. When we come in to the cottage, suddenly he is over
there, and then we yell and go out soon. When I look back, he is drinking red
water. “Guys, he is gosh. I see him drinking red water. “Really??” ask my
friends. We decide to come back to the cottage, and we still see the son drinks
red water. We try to brave and ask him, “What are you drinking? Is that
blood?”, and then he replies “who says this is blood, this is strawberry
juice”. Briefly, gosh story in that cottage is not true, and now they are
friend with the son.

Selasa, 28 Mei 2013

By Atikah Muna, the first grade
student of SMPN BERNAS Pangkalan Kerinci.

Editor: Rita Endriyani, S.Pd.

The
test finishes, and students wait the test result. Clara, Jane and Kate are very
happy because they get a good result. Then, they directly go to the Mrs. Riza’s
room to take their test result. Mrs. Riza is in her room. After getting te
result, they go out from that room. In the outside, they open their test result
soon.